Chapter 1148 Who are you?

This also made Ouyang Wenbin even more convinced that the four blind monks came for money and food and clothing.

"I'm sorry! It's a feeling of heartache, what should I do?"

The blind monk and the old Taoist Nanfeng looked at each other, with a bitter smile on their faces.

really.

They were still fooled by Zhang Fan.

"Heart moved?"

The lazy ghost who had not spoken suddenly spoke quietly, glanced at the old Taoist Nanfeng and the blind monk, and said lightly: "Next time the eldest lady calls, who will answer?"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

The old Taoist Nanfeng and the blind monk also swear words.

How did they forget this?

The only one who can comfort the lady is Zhang Fan. Once they leave Zhang Fan, the next time the lady calls will be their death.

Ahem.

Of course.

The blind monk and the old Taoist Nanfeng had never thought about changing jobs.

Don't say 100,000.

Someone once offered a million yuan a month and just wanted to hire them to protect themselves for a month, but they were rejected by four people, let alone Ouyang Wenbin's 100,000 yuan a month.

Compared with the two, is it better to be a big witch?

However, Ouyang Wenbin and others were a little confused when they heard this, and they didn't know who the young lady was the one who was talking about by the lazy guy.

It turned out to be just a name, which scared the blind monk and the old Taoist Nanfeng to death.

And looking at it, his invitation plan seemed to be ruined.

"If you feel dissatisfied, the price is easy to negotiate. Whether it is 200,000, 300,000 or 500,000, as long as my Ouyang family can take it out, it will be absolutely unambiguous!"

Ouyang Wenbin had no intention of giving up, so he increased his bargaining chips.

"Nonsense! Although the boss only gave us 10,000 yuan a month, are we the kind of person who just jumps jobs?"

"That's right! Does the money-owner's father have no money? He gave us such a small salary to better temper us. I believe that after this, the money-owner's father will definitely raise our salary."

The blind monk and the old Taoist Nanfeng sang together, as if they were singing a double act.

In a few simple sentences, Zhang Fan was raised directly.

Hearing words.

Zhang Fan looked at the two of them with a giggle and said angrily: "Have you finished chatting? Do you still want the salary this month?"

At this time, I didn’t want to solve the problem in front of me first, but I still wanted to raise my salary.

"I want it!"

The old Taoist Nanfeng nodded like pounding garlic.

Then, he stared at Ouyang Wenbin and his group with a cold face, and said indifferently: "It is worthy of being from the Ouyang family. It has a strong foundation, but if you dare to attack the boss, you will..."

"Boss, are you going to kill these people?"

Before Nan Feng could finish his words, he quickly looked at Zhang Fan and asked for his opinion.

"No! Just teach me some lesson."

Zhang Fan responded lightly.

Since the old Taoist Nanfeng dared to ask this question, it means that the four of them have the strength to crush these martial arts venerables.

but.

Zhang Fan did not think about making a complete mortal enemy with the Ouyang family.

"no problem."

Old Dao Nanfeng nodded with a smile, turned around and looked at Ouyang Wenbin and others, his face became extremely cold again, and he snorted: "The boss is kind and good-hearted. If you don't kill you, this is your blessing."

Looking at the old Taoist Nanfeng who turned his back like a book and spoke like a fool, black lines appeared on everyone's faces.

Damn.

Where did these four strange creatures come up? Are they so arrogant when speaking and doing things?

They are now more than 20 martial arts venerables, but how can they still be the opponents of four people?

"Old God, do it, don't be beaten to death, save them all for life."

Ouyang Wenbin ordered lightly.

Just four people, even though they are both martial arts masters, under the crushing of absolute numbers, he did not think that the four blind monks could make any waves.

"Do it!"

The old man, respected as the old man, looked dark, waved his hand, and took the martial arts masters inside and outside the main hall to take action together.

"Meimei, protect the boss, let us deal with these people."

The blind monk's ear moved and said a word, facing the old man who took action, he did not retreat but advanced instead of retreating.

In the huge hall, true energy bursts out.

The moment the blind monk and the old man collided with each other, all the tables and chairs in the main hall were shattered at this moment.

"Protect the master and the younger master."

The old man didn't reply and stared at the blind monk coldly. There was a strong look of horror in the depths of his eyes.

This is the first time in the secular world that he has encountered such a powerful opponent as a blind monk.

"Meimei, you will take the boss out too."

Old Taoist Nanfeng reminded him to join the battlefield.

"Can't you go out and fight? Wouldn't it be better for us to watch the show in the house?"

Meimei muttered speechlessly, but she had to do it and left the main hall with Zhang Fan.

at the moment.

No one stops each other.

Because everyone knows very well that once these martial arts venerables of the Ouyang family attack Zhang Fan and Meimei, the next second, they will go straight to Ouyang Wenbin and his group to attack.

At that time, the unlucky one will still be the Ouyang family.

In the main hall, the blind monk fought against the old man Tian alone, and the old Taoist Nanfeng was naturally not at a disadvantage. Six or seven martial arts venerables were surrounded by him. Even so, he still had enough time to deal with it.

Even lazy people are no exception.

The two mechanical arms stretched out when the wheelchair was sitting, and while responding skillfully, the fists were still not idle.

Compared to the old Taoist Nanfeng, the lazy ghost is more capable of dealing with it. He really has a robotic arm and two plug-ins placed here. Even the martial arts master does not have the strength to break it.

More than twenty martial arts venerables besieged three people, but they could not even form a crushing situation.

When Ouyang Wenbin saw this scene, his eyes were full of horror.

Not only him, but even the old man who fought against the blind monk, he became more and more frightened as he fought.

He had overestimated the strength of the blind monk as much as possible, but after the real fight, he realized that he could not do anything to the other party even if he used all his strength.

He could even feel that the blind monk did not use his full strength from beginning to end.

This powerful gap not only hit him hard, but also felt like he was unable to defeat him.

"Who are you?"

The old man hit the blind monk's chest with a punch, but it was as if he had regretted climbing a mountain. Not only could he not hurt him at all, he forced himself back several steps.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the blind monk incredibly, and asked coldly.

"Amitabha, monks do not lie. I am a blind monk in heaven and earth who can be literary and martial."

At this time, the blind monk still didn't forget to be slandered.

God: "..."

The old Taoist Nanfeng and the lazy ghost who are fighting: "..."

Ouyang Wenbin, Zhang Fan and Meimei outside the main hall: "..."

I fucked your grandma.
Chapter completed!